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| ❍ Cultch |
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Posted by: SHIVERS - 11-23-2023, 07:14 AM - Forum: [OFFICIAL PROJECTS]
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4:45 AM
The alarm clock on the table cycles through garbled radio broadcasts as it struggles to seek a proper station.
It manages eventually,
music flooding the tiny, dingy apartment from the tinier, dingier speakers.
The lump in bed is compelled to rise, revealing its form:
A light elemental.
Or, a hybrid of one, at least;
scattered circular and polygonal markings denoting the difference, along with other minor body variations.
Howe rubs their head, pressing their fingers against their temple.
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Thoughts
nnnnnot enough sleep.
i think
4 hrs? maybe 5??
ok
head feels weird today
buzzy, heavy
think its just a headache.
yyaaay another thing to deal with for work
least its not that bad
You let out a yawn, then drag yourself out of bed,
stumbling your way into the bathroom.
What little clothes you slept in are pulled off.
Your shirt is tossed over the mirror, obscuring yourself.
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Thoughts
feel gross today
not looking at that.
You take a quick shower, feeling half asleep for most of it, but having to rush a little regardless.
Soon enough, you're dried off,
grabbing clothes from your 'closet' just outside the bathroom door - really just a clothing rack pushed haphazardly into the corner.
You slip on your work uniform:
A burgundy polo shirt featuring the country club logo,
tucked into cheap black slacks;
some non-slip restaurant shoes tying together the 'look'.
Your barely-working heater gives a good taste of just how cold the late-autumn air must be.
So, you grab a bulky blue hoodie with a fluffy collar and slide it on over everything.
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Thoughts
cathy griped at me over the hoodie last time
"you make an impression when you walk in. people expect to see certain standards here."
i get in at like. 5:50am. and the hoodie goes in a locker immediately
i even take the back entrance, nobody sees and they wouldnt care anyway
i know the strict dress code is Everyone And Their Children Wearing Polo Shirts
but its cold, i have to bus and walk here,
let me live long enough to get Into the heated building
With the essentials taken care of,
you pocket your phone, keys, and pills, and hurry out the door.
It's a relatively short walk to the bus stop,
which you're plenty thankful for given the wind is making the air even colder.
The cold at least keeps you awake while waiting for the bus, though it mercifully arrives a little earlier than usual.
You hop on,
tap your card to pay your fare,
tell the driver 'good morning', and head to the back.
You get a funny look from one of the only other passengers - a karacel with their hair in a bun.
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should be used to it but i would loooove to not be stared at
im not even a real elemental, im a hybrid
dont even get the 1000-year lifespan or anything, i just look weird and glow in the dark
or are you just staring because im over six feet tall and still have tits
You scrunch yourself into the very back corner of the bus,
propping your shoes up on the back of the empty seat ahead of you.
You stare out the window listlessly, doing your best not to fall asleep.
A familiar roadside sign catches your eye.
![[Image: 325YYEX.png]](https://i.imgur.com/325YYEX.png)
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Thoughts
a small town/city(?) that feels like it Wants to be a lot bigger than it is
lots of upper-middle class people who come there for the golf courses and the cheap local wine
who all Love to gawk and gossip
...think im just tired today.
ive seen more of the town a few times.
theres a movie theater thats nice. theres the little arboretum ive like. Heard about.
that sounds cool.
and it Does have some transit, unlike everywhere else nearby
maybe i just dislike it because i work in a country club
probably
i still prefer my town
Gold Mills is even Smaller
just a couple hole in the wall places, a donut shop, grocery store, and thats basically it
its dead quiet. i get stared at less, nobody cares
and a Lot cheaper than living in Cultch, for whatever reason
no jobs in Gold Mills, though.
glad theres a bus that heads into Cultch or id be screwed
feels like about 5 people ride it though
think i heard somewhere theyre debating getting rid of it
maybe by the time they do, ill have saved up enough to move out of Eva Sierra in general
hopefully
You scratch your neck, yawning as you muse on whatever happens to occupy your thoughts,
waiting for your stop.
The bus shakes.
Or-
The ground Under the bus, shakes.
▶ El Regreso De Patagrande
Mica Levi
A noise cuts through your ears.
High-pitched, or low-
You can't tell.
Is it even a Sound?
It feels like
Something pulsing its way through the atmosphere
through the bus
through Your Head
As if the physical space you reside in is being
Occupied.
It feels like your skull is Fizzling
Disoriented.
Your eye twitches.
You want to run.
You try to stand.
You can't move.
Muscles don't respond.
Neurons fail to fire.
Do you Have a body, anymore?
Your eyes.
With great effort, your eyes can move;
sluggish,
dragged like a brick across concrete.
You can't see much of the driver, just their hat and shoulder;
the bus somehow still moving forward, although it's beginning to list to the side.
But, you have a full view of the other passenger;
they're frozen, too.
Wide-eyed, looking at you in shared horror and confusion.
In this moment, you find a macabre thankfulness.
You are not alone with this.
You don't know how much time is passing.
Everything is hazy.
Your body dead-still.
You ache with a Need to feel Motion,
Activity,
Normalcy again.
Lights at the front of the bus catch your gaze.
Off-yellow light is coming from where the driver sits.
It flickers in a strange, strobing pattern.
The bus's lights follow suit in a way that makes your head hurt.
It feels like the sky outside is doing the same.
Your brain throbs like a piston.
The yellow strobe turns to an off-putting cerulean,
then dissipates entirely.
You can't see the driver at all anymore.
The bus is shifting further and further to the side.
It's slowing gradually, but you can tell: It's drifting to the edge of the road.
It's darker outside than you swear it was before, but you can't tell in the chaos.
You want to get up and hit the brakes.
You can't move.
The yellow glow from before appears around the karacel passenger,
enveloping them.
You watch as their eyes somehow grow even wider, glancing frantically around.
The manic, glitchy strobing is back.
It's a little closer this time,
it's More disorienting.
You try to close your eyes.
You can't.
The blue flash comes faster this time.
It's too bright to see much,
but you could swear you spot a horizontal line - like the slit pupil of an eye -
appearing across the karacel in that moment.
Just as they disappear entirely.
Panic truly strikes you now, even through the fog of half-consciousness.
You want to breathe.
Your lungs don't move.
Surely you're choking.
You must be,
your thoughts tell you.
You think you may pass out.
That would be easier.
The yellow light swallows you.
Along with a sensation far stranger than any you've experienced.
T o u c h
vibrates your skin
thundering through every part of you
you grow warmer, then Hot
as if you're being boiled
a magnifying glass trained on you from the sun itself.
Just as you can't stand it
the final flash signifies the end of it
only
yours is Red.
You swear you see two diagonal lines in your vision, just as it does so.
An X.
⏸
You can MOVE again
You stand
The bus SLAMS into something outside.
You're thrown forward.
Your shoulder catches a pole on the way to the floor, where you smack your head.
You groan,
picking yourself up off the floor.
The bus is almost pitch-black;
lights off, save for the occasional flicker.
You can hear some part of the bus steaming, and it's tilted forward somewhat.
Your head is sore.
Your shoulder is worse.
But nothing broken, as far as you can tell.
Unsteady, you manage to make your way forward,
and pull the level to open the door,
stumbling your way outside.
▶ Intro Cymbal Wind
Dean Hurley
The bus has crashed into some fence poles on the side of the road.
An open field is past them.
You expected to see livestock, maybe, but the field is empty.
The sky is now unnaturally dark, and it's difficult to tell if it's cloud cover, or something else.
Tendrils of light flash above, on occasion.
At first glance, you assume it's lightning,
but it's too straight, too oriented.
Looking at them makes your head hurt, like you're seeing something you shouldn't.
Square, ember-like sparks flit through the air, seeming to appear and vanish at random.
The air itself feels
dense, heavy,
still; the wind is gone.
You could swear you smell metal, or something similar.
Blood?
Smoke?
You aren't sure.
No matter what, it makes you uneasy.
Something tells you that it isn't safe outside.
Up the road, you spot a gas station, with a motel across the street.
The signs for both flicker and pulse in odd, gradual patterns, like slow-burning flames.
The gas station is devoid of cars, and it's difficult to tell, but it looks to be empty.
The motel, meanwhile, has a couple of cars in the parking lot.
Further up the road, past both of them,
there's a concrete point where everything past it looks to be covered in a thick, still smoke.
The smoke doesn't seem to drift past there, as if it's all contained on the other side of some invisible barrier.
There's a similar wall of smoke far behind you,
only this one is so dense with smog as to look almost solid.
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[SELLING] Generalized Gacha Adopt Thread |
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Posted by: skinstealer - 11-19-2023, 07:22 PM - Forum: [MARKET]
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thread for gacha adopts that don't have a specific seasonal theme
5 USD OR 250 forum cash to roll a design from a batch
15 USD OR 750 forum cash to claim a specific adopt from a batch
specify your batch while posting
unlimited how many you can claim!
PLUSH CRITTER BATCH 1
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all of the adopts have a plush theming.
1 is a pink and blue striped lostling with vertical eyes
2 is a primary colored gazer with polka dots on its iris
3 is an orange spikeling with striped periwinkle patches and sleepy eyes
4 is a gray sanguin with happy eyes and red striped patches, one of which being a little heart
5 is a gray and muted green spacedust with a dot eye and speckled patches
6 is a green and deep magenta buzzerbee with a pleased expression. some of its green patches have chevrons
7 is a dark brown loppacino with green accents and happy eyes, some of its green patches have polka dots
8 is a dark brown crusta with red and pink accents and a single eye, the red patches have stripes
9 is a scribbler with mismatched fabric in various ghostly blues, with the fabric having hearts, stripes and polka dots. it also has freckles
10 is a golden crinkler with a sleepy expression, made of striped fabric. it has a star patch
11 is a noodlefish with brown and green alternating fabric and google eyes, the green fabric is striped
12 is a colada with dot eyes and an autumnal color palette, with red polka dot fabric
13 is a muted blue and tan cosmonaut with close together google eyes, and spots on the blue segments
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| [DISCUSSION] Plaything Discussion Thread |
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Posted by: skinstealer - 11-18-2023, 04:06 AM - Forum: [DISCUSSION]
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it's here. the plaything discussion thread
starting off with a fun fact: the decision to give willow/crossbone a werewolf arc was after listening to machine girl's album "wlfgrl" for the first time and losing our shit over how good of an album it is for her.
this is the song that ingrained this idea in our head (disregarding the whole "teenage girl" part of the opening line) and it never left
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| Infinite Fusion General Thread |
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Posted by: skinstealer - 11-16-2023, 08:43 PM - Forum: [SFW]
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hghhhhhhhhhhhh infinite fusion time
trying to move more of our posting to the forums so it's time. it's time to IF blog.
anyone can post here! just keep it relatively clean.
we'll probably be posting about our petz playthrough and v6 playthrough, as well as any goofy wondertrading we do, since we like doing sessions of that regularly. it's fun!
oh, also: if anyone has any pokemon they're looking for and uses the kuray mod, we can export pokemon we find for you!
our wishlist is basically: any quadrupedal mon that looks like it could be interesting to put in petz. pitch us literally anything and we'll figure out whether it's something we want. jolteons and sylveons get priority. go nuts
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| Mortis' TCP Drawing Practice + Raffle |
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Posted by: skinstealer - 11-13-2023, 11:52 PM - Forum: [FORUM GAMES]
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hi we've done this on discord before but i'm moving it to the forums. sometimes we want to make TCP designs but don't know what to make, now is your chance to get a unique, custom drawn TCP, completely free of charge! simply place a TCP prompt in this thread and when we get around to it, we will pick one via random selection to draw. once it's drawn, it's yours. once a TCP has been drawn, you can enter again with whatever prompt, even if it's the same.
we are only taking types/modifiers/conditions currently canon to the TCPdex but if you're new or overwhelmed by wiki sifting, you can also use the perchance generator here to give you some ideas. you can also tack on an additional theme or image/moodboard if you like.
remember to be a good sport, and have fun!
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[SELLING] Heartsong + Skinstealer Collab Adopts |
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Posted by: skinstealer - 11-10-2023, 04:41 AM - Forum: [SFW]
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here you will find adopts made by the heartsongs and the skinstealers...collab of the century!
5 USD OR 250 forum cash to roll a design from a batch
15 USD OR 750 forum cash to claim a specific adopt from a batch
specify your batch while posting
unlimited how many you can claim!
TCP BATCH 1
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| [????] Mortis Character Ramble Thread [18+ edition] |
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Posted by: skinstealer - 11-10-2023, 01:02 AM - Forum: [DISCUSSION]
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ok here is where we will talk about Our Guys. we can say whatever we want here about The Guys and you can also comment/ask questions/share thoughts back. think of it as a miscellaneous stream of consciousness about characters and how we're developing them at the moment.
there's over 500 characters in our roster which is very insane but we'll try to only focus on a few per ramble session/period of checking these, mainly based on who we're focusing on. there may be story spoilers in here, so as not to limit ourselves to "canon" information- but anything particularly noteworthily spoiler-y or graphic will be put in a lil spoiler box. this is an mature thread to cover our bases, and will contain mentions of kink stuff/sexuality sprinkled in. they'll probably be spoilered though.
if you like this thread and want to make your own, please do! let's all share characters together!
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| [CRANKSHAFT RAFFLESIAN] Crankshaft Effect |
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Posted by: ThreadLurkingComorant - 11-05-2023, 07:40 PM - Forum: [OFFICIAL PROJECTS]
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A Rancher's Memory: Prelude
CW: None
Perspective: Dotty Coil
Chapter 1
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There’s a comfortable familiarity to the old burger shop. It’s a small little local joint within walking distance, making it more than an easy favorite after long days.
The two of you get your usual orders, the typical standard combo you see at any place like this for yourself, and your wonderful rabbit partner insisting on one of her many secret menu wonders that she swears on. You occasionally give things a try, despite your initial fears.
With that said, the mood isn’t entirely there today. She hasn’t said much since you got your food after all.
And what’s a meal between the two of you without a little bit of banter?
Dotty: You’ve been pretty quiet..
Lex: You’re pretty quiet too you know?
Dotty: Yeah, that’s true…
Dotty: Got a lot on my mind lately I guess, you?
Lex: Absolutely.
Dotty: Like…
Dotty: Do you or Jam wanna share first actually? They haven’t spoken to me at all today.
Lex: Jam’s fine, just tired from work. Take the stage.
Dotty: Right.
Dotty: Guess just thinking about how…
Dotty: I dunno, trying to be my own person more.
Lex: I mean you are?
Dotty: Like technically yeah but..
Dotty: Whole reason I’m here’s cause of a life I don’t remember.
Dotty: Lot of rancher units like me got scrapped after going dormant. We did our job and then slowly fizzled..
Dotty: Put a lot of work into waking up what’s left of us and…
Dotty: I got priority because in some other life I’m a hero? Doesn’t feel right I guess.
Dotty: And with the memories sorta coming back more and more, I can see her.
Dotty: I can see here clear as day but like…
Dotty: She’s not me. Not anymore.
Dotty: Even if everything came back, don’t think I could be.
Dotty: She wouldn’t want it anyway, don’t think.
Dotty: She would’ve liked what we have going on.. Being made to fight things people barely understand just…
Dotty: Dying for a future you were never going to see.
Dotty: And just… opportunities you’ll never get living as a weapon.
Dotty: I can feel that… feels like what I have right now’s not something I deserve sometimes.
Dotty: Any one of us could’ve been just as important.
Dotty: Am I overthinking that?
Lex: Don’t think so.
Dotty: Back then she had no idea if she was ever going to see the clear sky ever again… and now I guess just…
Dotty: Here we are, living the life someone never got.
Dotty: Someone who shared the same body.
Lex: You can back out of the program if you want, you know?
Lex: They said you can.
Lex: You don’t really belong to anyone anymore.
Dotty: I know but…
Dotty: I guess part of me hopes that by the end of this I’ll meet her in some way.
Dotty: Think that’s asking a lot?
Lex: Nah. If she shows her face we’ll make sure to give her the proper welcome. Like…
Lex: You never had a problem with me and Jam, right?
Dotty: I mean I got no idea if that’s how it’ll happen.
Lex: Still.
Dotty: Still..
Dotty: Right now the way she exists is more like a feeling. There’s something moving around inside.
Dotty: Seeing all sorts of people long gone, places she used to visit regularly, even just the evening sky… get a rumbling from all that.
Dotty: And I guess sometimes, even just looking at you…
Lex: Really?
Dotty: Yeah like…
Dotty: God this might make this all weird…
Lex: I mean I don’t mind.
Dotty: Guess just..
Dotty: I draw a lot of things I remember in those sketchbooks, you’ve seen them.
Lex: Yeah!
Dotty: And… there’s a rabbit who shows up a ton.
Lex: Yeah, I know the one you’re talking about.
Lex: Guess I’ve been wondering when we’re gonna get to that for awhile.
Dotty: …What do you mean?
Lex: Always seem sad when it comes up I guess so… I figured they had to be someone important.
Dotty: Mm..
Lex: You were close. Like really close.
Dotty: Yeah..
Dotty: Figured it’d be weird but-
Lex: Why? You’re allowed.
Lex: Like, I want to know everything about you.
Lex: And I hope that’s not asking a lot or anything, you don’t gotta but..
Lex: You can trust us, you know?
Dotty: Mm..
Lex: And whatever’ll help you, that’s what we’ll do.
Lex: So like..
Lex: I wouldn’t worry.
Dotty: Right…
Dotty: I guess you just remind that part of me a lot.
Dotty: And it makes me happy, you know?
Dotty: Both who I am now and who I used to be…
Dotty: It’s peace..
Dotty: I guess when I think about it..
Dotty: You really are my life these days, you know?
Lex: Same…
Lex: Wouldn’t want it any other way.
Lex:... Do you wanna go for a walk? Want some air to help me think. Got a lot to say but like..
Lex: I wanna get this right, you know?
Dotty: Yeah. I’m pretty much done. I’ll ask the register for a bag.
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| Proxy's Memories: Supplimentary Side Stories and More |
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Posted by: ThreadLurkingComorant - 11-02-2023, 06:31 PM - Forum: [OFFICIAL PROJECTS]
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The Interview: Styx and Gallows
CW: Mentions of Blood and Violence
Project: Masa con Papas/Mulligan
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The rabbit’s been looking at you for quite awhile, hasn’t said much of a word since he arrived.
Every once in a while you swish your tail as you pretend not to notice, his ears twitch everytime.
Cute admittedly…
You scooped him up off an alleyway, a tiny radio held firm in the palm of his hands as he laid bleeding out.
Absolutely a troublemaker, probably not one to get invested in at all. A comedian like himself doesn’t tend to really last long from experience but..
He certainly has something about the air around him that catches your eye.
Styx: You may speak.
Gallows: Just lost in thought, processing things. Maybe enjoying the view.
Styx: You’re facing in my direction.
Gallows: Can’t deny a pretty face.
Styx: Suppose I can’t either but it’s not really mine.. simply a form I am comfortable with.
Gallows: Is it not usually the other way around? To protect my mind form unprecedented horrors?
Styx: No.. more of a reminder really. Something to keep myself grounded in this occupation.
Styx: I believe such transparency is merited.
Gallows: You have your reasons, I more than understand.
Styx: And I’m sure you have yours as well...
You lean your nose closer to him.
Styx: May I?
Gallows: You may.
You take a whiff.
Styx: You reek of some rather dangerous witchcraft. Rather recent too but..
You offer him a hand, he takes it. You give it a good look.
Styx: You're rather green at this.
Gallows: Hit the nail on the head.
Styx: Your attire suggests you've stepped fresh out of mass as well, you've spend time in the presence of something divine.
Gallows: You’ve certainly got an eye for things. I'm a tad impressed.
Styx: I have to, allows me to gauge a situation somewhat better...
Styx: Especially since people of your nature don’t summon me so easily.
Gallows: No, suppose not.
Gallows: Figure that I’m already headed down the path of damnation. May as well commit to the bit, right?
You can’t help but give him a smirk.
Styx: Suppose that’s one way to look at it.
Gallows: What do you mean? Is that not the fate that awaits?
Gallows: You cast the ritual on one of those little radios and the devil appears in one of his many guise? He offers you a deal at the cost of your mortal soul?
Styx: Curious. If you’re already damned, what makes you think I’d want what I already own?
Gallows: Well.. for starters you’ve brought me here…
Gallows: And you seem to have mended my wounds in the process.
Styx: People are more than just their mind, body, and soul you know. Their value extends to their actions, their potential, the people around them... but that's its own discussion. Besides...
Styx: I’m not one to let a potential client die, and looking at the state you were in..
You give him a wide grin, one that he returns with a confident smile that shows just enough teeth.
Styx: You certainly are desperate enough to take the first offer that sounds good enough.
Gallows: Little too ambitious for that.
Styx: We’ll see…
Styx: Where do you think you are right now? Consider this the interview.
Gallows: Purgatory of some kind? Might’ve bleed out on the streets to be honest.
Gallows: Serves me right for picking fights like that I suppose.
Gallows: Don’t see god’s gate for miles so..
Gallows: I’m certainly not on his good side.
Styx: You speak as a man of faith.
Gallows: More an expression of dread I think, least.
Styx: May I ask what exactly set you down this “path of damnation” then?
Styx: A little background would do wonders.
Gallows: Thought you were the tracker of my sins, no?
Gallows: I don’t see how it’d change much-
Styx: I don’t care about what you did, I care about why.
Gallows: To put it bluntly then, I came from a rather neglected part of the region. My neighbors, my family.. We’re not by any definition financially secure.
Gallows: Have to skip a lot of meals, DIY pretty much everything really.
Styx: And yet the dress you wear..
Gallows: Stolen. We’re all expected to pony up though. Have to look presentable in the eyes of the fathers above and such.
Gallows: It’s ruined now though.
Styx: Personally, I think a little red looks good on you.
Gallows: I imagine you have a bias towards that…
Styx: Maybe.
Gallows: Have to say the same though… I’m not overstepping any boundaries?
Styx: Flattery will get you far here, I encourage it.
Styx: Continue however..
Gallows: Every few years one of these fathers comes down from above looking for a successor.
Gallows: Anyone is allowed to audition through the trials but…
Gallows: Historically there’s a bias toward families who’ve already got good ties.
Styx: And are you one of these?
Gallows: Not at all… had to take measures into my own hands.
Gallows: I’d been researching magic to a rather extensive degree and well..
Gallows: It wasn’t too hard to find a spell to graft the appearance of one onto yourself.
Styx: You wear the flesh of an innocent then?
Gallows: Hardly…
Gallows: I’ve worked for this family plenty in the past, pay is low and lethality is high.
Gallows: I simply decided I deserved my employer’s life a little more than them.
Gallows: Money in my pocket and my foot in the door to godhood, what more could you ask for really?
Styx: Mm..
Gallows: Doesn’t feel fair that I have to go so far in the first place…
Gallows: But… one more rabbit in hell is a small cost if it makes the lives of many better. At least I’d like to believe so…
Gallows: Fact that you’re here confirms as much, no? They say he only shows up if he sees something of value after all.
Styx: Mm… I hate to break the narrative you’ve built but..
Styx: I’m not nearly so grand.
Gallows:... What do you mean?
Styx: I’m not the devil himself, nor anything with that level of cosmic sway.
Styx: But I can offer you plenty, should you be willing to negotiate terms.
Gallows:... Ah.. well you did save my life.
Styx: Couldn’t let someone like you die so easy, I could tell you’ve got plenty more in you.
Styx: I do find it mildly endearing that you were willing to flirt with the embodiment of man’s downfall though.
Gallows: My stance does not change.
Styx: You’re adorable, I’ll allow it.
You rub your tail against his shoulder teasingly, fishing for a reaction that he refuses to give..
Though his eyes seem to betray him, dilating more than clearly..
Gallows: So then, what are you if not that?
Styx: Styx, King of Defiance. Hopefully that’s grand enough for you.
Gallows: And your kingdom?
Styx: We’re standing right in it. The ruins of a time long gone.
Styx: So..
Styx: I’ll give you this for now. You have my number. Call on me whenever you need a favor and we’ll negotiate something. This first time? Consider it a free sample, a taste of power if you would.
Gallows: Confident I’ll be back for more then?
Styx: If you managed to find yourself in this position to begin with…
Styx: You’re certainly not unlikely to end up here again.
Gallows: Not a face I mind waking up to so..
Gallows: Perhaps I I’ll speed up the process? Play a bit bolder, take more risks.
Styx: I’d caution against that.
Gallows: And why’s that?
Styx: One, because I don’t like the idea of someone hurting themselves for my attention.. I’m more than willing to let you in for a glass of wine and perhaps a bit more…
He gives you a smug look, one that causes you to break eye contact in a sheepish manner.
Gallows: And two?
Styx: If you outright die in the process, I can’t really do much.
Gallows: Didn’t you revive me just now?
Styx: Mostly dead isn’t dead. There’s different states of living but the concept of being alive or dead is fairly binary when it comes to how my contracts work.
Styx: It’s easier to put the blood back in someone and seal a few injuries than reanimating a pile of ash.
Gallows: Noted..
Styx: When I send you back, you’ll return to exactly where you were…
Styx: I do hope you were in a safe position at the time.
Gallows: Don’t think I was actually…
Gallows: You couldn’t do something about that, could you?
Styx: Are you willing to negotiate?
Gallows: Only if you’re willing to tell me a bit more.
Styx: I can certainly do my best. Let’s give you a tour of the office in that case…
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